A Lost Whisper [Open]

[Whispering Feathers]

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[atrb=background,http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z177/Bloody_Werewolf/WindlashMiddle.png] Taken from her RP sample Windlash stayed low in her hole. Although she was not afraid of the big cat, she knew her parents would prefer it if she had stayed hidden. And she knew it was impossible for her to attack the cat anyway. It was a few hours before things had quiet down. When she couldn't hear anything else, she peeped up to look between the leaves and branches. Nothing was moving and the silence was odd. It wasn't peaceful. Curiously, she got out of her hole to investigate. Upon reaching the scene in front of the cave, she froze in shock. "Mum... Dad... Guys...?" she whined softly, not believing her eyes and hoping it was all just a bad dream or perhaps they were playing pranks on her... 'Yeah that's it! They're just playing! In a minute, they'll jump up and try to frighten me and then we'll all have a laugh!' She walked up to her father, ignoring the smell of blood. "Daddy?" she poked her nose into his back... and jumped backwards, yelping. Staring with disbelieve, she had felt cold flesh when she touched Sharptooth. Windlash looked all around at the mess, realising this is all very real indeed. She had just lost her family. Rising her nose into the air, she let out a howl. She howled and howled, her small lungs getting tired fast. When she finally ran out of energy, the poor puppy limped back into the cave... Once inside the cave, Windlash collapsed in a corner. Although her eyes were tired, tears still poured out, flooding the floor around her. Her fluffy ears drooped sadly, her tail limp. It was always sad to know that a loved one had died, but the puppy felt depressed. Her entire family, gone in the snap of a human finger. She let out a soft whimper, tucked her nose under her paw, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Out Of Character "OOC Comments, if needed." Windlash's Profile | Windlash's Diary © Whispering Feathers <3 ~ My Sub-Board | My Other Characters ~

[Doidle]

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[Whispering Feathers]

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[atrb=background,http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z177/Bloody_Werewolf/WindlashMiddle.png] It was a few hours later, when noises came to Windlash. Stirring slightly, she opened her eyes a tiny fraction to see who it was who spoke to her. Her brain was still muddled and she couldn't understand a single word the stranger said. The stench of blood and the cold in the cave, reminded her of what happened. Before she could stop it, tears flowed freely again. It's only been a short while, but she already missed her parents and siblings dearly. Her already matted fur got wetter with tears. The poor puppy only knew one thing. And that was the fact that she's now all alone in this vast world, with no knowledge of survival on her own. Granted, she had gone hunting with her parents before, but that was also with her siblings. Now everything was gone and she started whimpering sadly. Windlash shook with trauma and cold. She retreated further into the cave, curling up even more, trying to make herself smaller, the stranger already forgotten. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Out Of Character "I LIKE THAT PIC! HOW?! I WANT! " Windlash's Profile | Windlash's Diary © Whispering Feathers <3 ~ My Sub-Board | My Other Characters ~

[Doidle]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Doidle/Untitled-2.jpg] When it came to Barzakh, Doidle was about as fearsome as they got. Well, perhaps not on the outside, but her mind was always withering with bloodshed and anger. She still thought of herself as one of the good guys, that's for sure. But the sooner the island was rid of the creeps that stalked around Metnal territories, the better. If such a feat ever did happen, though, the poor terrier would be completely lost. She lived for violence against evil. Doidles orbs winced in anger as the young pup just... ignored her. No one ignored Doidle. Aside from the fact that Doidle thought she was the greatest thing that happened on this island, it was just too damn hard not to take notice of the small yapping figure. A shrill growl rumbled around in her chest as she quickly trotted up closer to the form, which had moved back even further into the cave. Doidle just couldn't be bothered with this and had no sympathy at all to give the fae. When she reached the pups side again, Doidle circled her twice before her rump rested without hesitation right in front of the tan and white fae. Doidle noted the tears and quickly came to the conclusion that she had been a victim, not the killer. Fools! Every muscle in her tiny form was quivering from the energy coursing through them, begging her to run for miles and never stop. She sat there for a moment, shivering uncontrollably, before she started blurting out to the pup once again. "Hey, 'ou. I was talkin' to ya, you know. Imma reckonin' that yous alone now, so hows about it? Yous got my personal invitation to... whateva', join the ranks." Doidle was completely clueless on how to approach the situation at hand, most of the time she would just bark orders left and right and expect them to be followed. But this youngin' had just gone through a terrible trauma. Typhoon would be much better suited to handle it, she thought, looking around nervously. ******************** IT'S A POSTING TABLE! XD You can get one from the Graphics boards... I think they start around 10 bones? You have that much XD